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how did he acknowledge my frustration eluding his misunderstanding only through beautiful poetry exclusive to text conversations and spiral notebook margins eye contact in buys rooms and leaving without saying goodbye

#poetry #sad poetry #love

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ok but why does tumblr keep getting uglier what was wrong w the original version lmao

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My darling you are art.

And art was never meant to be pretty

It was never meant to be easy on the eyes

If anything , art was supposed to burn

burn a hole deep enough into your skin that you’d be forced to notice it,

listen to it ,

understand it

Art is the manifestation of humanity’s disasters.

It is chaos ,

it is trouble ,

it is insanity ,

it is pain

Art is what a mind would cower to utter and a heart would race to scream.

Art is blood

and it is sweat

and it is tears.

It warms the cold and disturbs the content.

How terrifying it must be, to grow acres of trees on dead soil.

How horrifying, to find beauty in the distraught.

And yet here I am, picturing Lillies in your hair as I caress your gentle skin

If this is what it meant to be burned,

then I will claw at a life of soot and ash

for a promise of a tomorrow

where your shadows intertwine with mine

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 // 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

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by nickmillers

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Nayyirah Waheed, from Nejma

[Text ID: “here is my heart to place under yours.”]

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